Jan 7: write a story titled Moose's last dinner
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I was Marcus's best friend. I was second in command.
I loved that. I loved the power I possessed. I got to order everyone around in our secret organisation.
But it wasn't enough.
I've always craved leadership and I believed our leader wasn't doing the best job.
I'd always known that I was meant to be the master.
I wanted to eliminate Marcus so that I would become the new leader and then no one would be able to order me around.
And I had a plan.
Tonight was our weekly dinner.
Marcus always sat at the edge of the table and no one sat opposite him.
Tonight, once he sat on his chair, the force would trigger a rope which held a knife that hung above his seat.
The impact will be so much that he would be impaled by the knife and then I know exactly who to put the blame on.
"Moose," someone called and poked their head through the small space between my door and the wall.
It was Aryan.
The person I was to put the blame on.
He was the mind reader in the group and I was always careful of what I thought anytime he was around.
He couldn't hear my thoughts or he'll know my plan so I made sure my mind was blank as I spoke to him.
"Yes, Aryan?"
I was our crafter.
I was used to metal and fire and joining parts together to create something, anything. I was very good at making traps and weapons.
Everyone knew I used my skill for horrible pranks and therefore didn't mess with me.
He shifted away from the door a bit and whispered meekly, "dinner is about to commence. The master needs us all to arrive at the table."
I nodded curtly and he scurried off.
I pushed myself up from my bed at the corner of my chamber and I prayed that my plan would work.
This might be an interesting night in my life.
"Moose!" my pal bellowed as I walked into the dinning chamber with a bright smile stretched across his face.
"Marcus!" I greeted as we all walked towards the table for the meal to commence.
The table was laden with scrumptious dishes and drinks.
My mouth watered as we neared.
Although, my attention was focused on Marcus and his every movement.
I didn't want to start my meal before he sat down so I waited while everyone dug in.
To my annoyance, he didn't sit for a while because he was on a phone call with someone, leaning casually on the table.
I finally lost patience and decided to eat.
He would still end up sitting, I thought as I dug in.
The meal tasted superb and in a few minutes, I cleared my plate, washing it down with a cold, refreshing drink.
As soon as I dropped my cup and wiped my mouth with a napkin, the remaining members sitting around the table, including Marcus started to clap.
I gazed around the table with furrowed brows as they all looked at me with admiration?...or was that sympathy?
"Moose," the master's loud voice boomed across the room. "as a villain, I expect this from you. But I didn't expect you to do such to your own best friend just because of greed. I'm sorry I have to do this to you but we can't be safe with you."
My heart raced as I tried to process his words.
"Wha–what are you talking about?"
He chuckled.
"Aryan spied on you. He knew all you were planning and he told us. And we had to punish you."
I turned to Aryan with a scowl on my face and then lunged at him.
But then I jolted before I could get to him across the table and I began to convulse.
I gripped my chest as I felt a pang in the middle.
"Ah!" I yelped, feeling my insides burn and twist.
Suddenly, greenish ooze spilled out of my mouth and my vision dimmed.
"Goodbye Moose," was the last thing I heard before my vision finally went out and I was gone.
